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foot locker manager!sukuna x executive black!fem reader

content warning: banter, reader is kind of bougie, sexual tension, finger sucking, oral/fingering, hate fucking, panty stuffing, throat training, cumshot, pet names (miss, sweetheart, baby), Sukuna has an accent (he gives me Houston idc 😫)

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sukuna, who had been working within the mall for a few years now, had worked his way up to manager of the Foot Locker within it.

sukuna, who never took life too seriously, applied the same approach to his leadership style. His store was by far the most fun in the district. Always blasting music..bumping everything from Moneybagg to DMX (and trust, he knew every word).

everybody wanted to shop at his location. The men saw him as their homeboy; talking about basketball and women as he helped them find the perfect pair shoes to compliment their fit. And the ladies because the handsome, hilarious manager makes them smile. Greeting them with a ‘miss’ or calling them ‘gorgeous’. Smooth and fast talking, laying the charm on thick.

helping single moms find their babies the perfect shoes or the kid going to state championships the perfect basketball sneaker.

“Little man starts second grade this year. We gotta have him looking right.” “You’re going to state this year, bruh. Can’t be playing on worn out shoes. Trust me, did that and almost threw the whole tournament for us. I’ll use my discount, don’t even worry about it, lil bro.”

sukuna, who was always laced; Diamond stud earrings, a gold watch, matching necklace and the latest sneakers. Tattoos littering his muscular forearms and chest. Not to mention his signature Dior scent. Looking good and smelling even better. Any girl that he had come in contact with instantly folded at the slightest bit of flirtation. All the Sephora and Victoria’s Secret Workers were in love.

“Good morning, ladies.” “Girl, that’s Ryo I was telling you about. He fine ain’t he?”

every woman except the newest regional manager, (y/n) (l/n). Who was notorious for your no nonsense attitude and authoritative style was shocked to see how he ran his store and even more so how he greeted you as if you weren’t his boss.

“How we doing, miss? Can I help you find sum’?” “Yes, the manager. Ryomen Sukuna? Is he the one who runs this location?” “You’re in luck, baby. You’re looking at him.”

sukuna, who carried on with business as usual, watched you give glances and eye tolls as you jotted down notes on your clipboard. Strutting around in that short pencil skirt, tight shirt and tall heels. Wet and wavy flowing down your back and face done up. He hadn’t seen a bitch as bad as you in a long time, if ever.

sukuna, who couldn’t help but to stare and ogle as you followed him around the store. Completely puzzled by how someone so fine could be so damn mean..listening to you spout off orders about how this shelf should be organized and how that display was against regulation. And especially how the music was distasteful.

“No disrespect, miss. But I run this store so let me do my job and stay out of the way. I do the best numbers in the district every month, I don’t see the problem.” “You won’t be for long if I have anything to do with it. This is a business, Mr. Sukuna. Not a nightclub.”

the week went on with you monitoring the store and making notations for final review. And after almost seven days together, you were at odds and each others throats.

(Y/N), who was taking notes and auditing in the office during closing when you were interrupted by an irate Ryomen.

“Yes, Mr. Sukuna. Can I help you?”

sukuna, who had spent years building a repertoire with his customers, was upset that a lot of loyal buyers refused to come back until the ‘mean bitch’ was gone.

“You’re ruining my store, that’s what! When the hell are you leaving?” “Correction, I’m fixing this mess and you better be grateful because corporate is two seconds from getting your ass out of here.”

the two of you got into a bit of a quarrel, resulting in rising tensions..in more ways than one!

sukuna, who had you cornered against the desk couldn’t help but to laugh at the stark difference in your height. Especially when you began to rant and rave about how unprofessional he was.

sukuna, who had seen your type before and knew exactly what you needed to quell that horrible temper, ran a finger underneath your chin and tilted your head up mid sentence. Causing you to stutter over your words and become flustered.

“Why don’t we stop all of this fighting and settle it then? Tell the truth..you don’t really want me fired, do you?”

sukuna, who puts that charm to good use by mumbling into the crook of your neck..moving his hands up your body and smirking against your ear. Seeing as clear as day how much you liked it.

“What are you trying to do, bribe me?” “Bribing only works if I want something out of it. I’m just tryna’ make you feel good, sweetheart.”

sukuna, pulling you into a deep kiss, shoves his fingers into your panties and works you around on the tip of his digits as the two of you make out. Making certain that the door was bolted and the store was empty so that no one could disturb him or what he was about to do.

sukana, who had you exactly where he wanted, sets you atop his desk, pulling your skirt down and panties to the side. Only after you got him out of his shirt; admiring that sexy body and countless tattoos..along with the third leg he was hiding behind his work pants. Playing with it as he kneels down to devour your pussy. Working his thick fingers around in that juicy cunt, lapping up juices and letting them dribble down his tongue.

“Oh fuck…”

sukuna, who lets you suck his fingers clean as he slides inside of you, starting off with slow thrusts because he knew you couldn’t take it all at once. Watching it press into your skin.

sukuna, who had a week’s worth of tension and lust built up took out every bit of his frustration on you..pounding your shit into oblivion.

“Ah shit! Right there, Ryo..fuck that pussy. Take it!” “That’s it..that’s why you need, baby. That lil’ attitude fucked out of you. Some of that good dick, isn’t that right?”

sukuna, amazed by how creamy you got for him only a couple strokes in couldn’t restrain himself or his strokes. Making you tug your own panties between your teeth and bite down to withstand it as he folded your legs up.

sukuna, who had enough of your bitching, decided to put you on your knees and fuck your throat. “Much better use for that pretty mouth, don’t you think?”

making you touch his abs with his forehead by the time he finished.

sukuna, unable to hold back, painted your face and titties with a warm stream of nut, releasing loud groans with it..really loving when you proudly put it on display with your tongue out and a smile.

sukuna, who kisses you after filling your mouth up, knows that he doesn’t have to worry about losing his job or you after this. Knowing you’ll keep the dirty little secret as long as you can come back for another ‘inspection’..anytime you’d like.

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24. Guilty, much?

Derrick

I quickly exited the message thread with Paris, to read the awaiting message from Tiara. I swear this girl could not take a hint. What part of I got a girl couldn’t she understand?

That’s what I get for trying to be Mr. Bitches and have two girls in two different states. I pulled on my beard as I read the lengthy message.

From Tiara: it’s not fair, Derrick! I understand that you got a bitch in New York. But I thought I was your bitch in Houston? How do you think I feel when I see pictures of you and the next bitch, on Instagram? You couldn’t even tell me that there was a charity dinner or have the decency to invite me as your date! So since the New York bitch can come to Texas, when you gonna bring me to New York?

I only smacked my lips before deciding that I wasn’t gonna reply to Tiara. Tiara was actually one of my old workers at my father’s original sneaker store. I had to let her go due to her not abiding by the work schedule, and also due to her reckless mouth towards the customers in the store. I fired shawty maybe two years ago when I first took over the store from my pops.

Two years later we reconnected when she applied to work at my second sneaker store. Can you believe that? I aint hire shawty, but she sure as hell wanted to bless me with a blow job after the job interview. I dont know why I ain’t turn shawty down on her offer. I think it’s because Paris and I were on rocky terms that month, and we didn’t speak for almost two weeks.

Despite the bull shit ass excuse I remained fucking with Tiara, and she been in the picture for about two months now. While Paris and I were going on five months of dating.

I was gonna drop her ass as soon as I got back to Houston. Paris was carrying my baby now and I wasnt gonna have anyone mess up our future family.

Paris

I was now laying in bed with Derrick after that bomb ass smoke session with Dre. I had to drop by my house and shower real quick to remove the stench of weed from my body and hair. As well as cleanse my lower body area from the blood after today’s sneaky operation.

I could not utilize tampons for a week, since that’s how long the bleeding would last. So I had no choice but to wear this thick ass maxi-pad, and avoid each one of Derrick’s attempts to dip his hand into my shorts.

I guess he finally caught the hint because he stormed out of the room a minute ago, stating that he was about to go on a run. Apparently I was giving him blue balls and he needed to shake that shit off. I chuckled as images of his needy ass face came back to me.

Baby really wanted to fuck like I wasnt already ‘pregnant’. Speaking of that, I needed to figure out this false miscarriage shit. I knew a nigga at a hospital that could provide me with some authentic ass discharge papers, confirming that I suffered a miscarriage. However, I needed to figure out exactly how I was gonna carry out this shit.

If I was to tell Derrick that I was in the hospital due to a miscarriage, he would be at the hospital and by my side in a hurry. However, if I waited until he returned to Houston then I could easily just inform him that I suffered a miscarriage, and then send him pictures of the discharge paperwork.

The latter was the best option. Too bad the entire purpose of Derrick even being in NY was so that he could assist me with alerting my parents about my ‘pregnancy’. I sighed as I ran my hand through my hair.

Right now is one of the rare moments when I wish I had a girlfriend that I could vent to, and lean on for advice. I couldn’t keep a girlfriend to save my life though, and the last one that I did have— I made the selfish choice and fucked her nigga. Then fight her.

“You sure know how to fuck things up, Paris.”

My self reflection was interrupted when I heard a phone ringing. It couldn’t have been my phone because my shit was rested on my stomach.

I lifted the covers and saw Derrick’s matte black iPhone. Quickly grabbing the phone, my face contorted once I seen the contact ‘Tiara’.

Who the fuck is Tiara?

“Hello?” I put the phone on speaker as I sat up in bed.

“Where’s Derrick? Why you answering his phone?” I made the illest ‘the fuck?’ face before picking the phone up and bringing it close to my lips.

“He’s in the bathroom. Wassup, what you need?”

For some odd reason I wasn’t angry that the next bitch was calling my man’s phone. I was surprisingly chilling. I wonder if it’s because I just had a secret abortion and wasn’t even sure who the baby daddy was.

“Just tell him to hit me back. Nigga got both his bitches talking to each other.” She muttered before the call dropped. Shrugging, I easily dropped his phone back onto the covers.

That bitch doesn’t know it, but she just gave me the perfect angle when it came to orchestrating this miscarriage stunt.

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Derrick returned from his run maybe twenty minutes later. I smirked as I watched him strip from his black Nike tank top, and matching basketball shorts ensemble. As much as it pained me to do this, I had to do it. Especially if I wanted to keep this secret abortion shit a secret.

“Why you over there smiling to yourself, kid? Looking weird.” I continued to smile as I watched him walk over to where I laid on the bed. He ducked down and pressed his soft lips to mine, before snaking his tongue into my mouth. I melted into the kiss for about thirty seconds before I was pushing him away.

It was go time.

“Some girl by the name of Tiara called while you were out. She said something about you having two bitches? I’m not sure, but sis said that you should call her back.” My tone held no emotion as I searched the room for my croc slippers. There was no sound from his end as I looked underneath his bed for my possessions.

“I’m so sorry, Paris... aint shit else I can say besides I’m sorry. That girl means nothing to me. The only people that are important to me are you and our child that you’re carrying.”

I stared at him for a total of three seconds before slipping my feet into my crocs. If only Derrick knew that I gave zero fucks about him having another bitch back in Houston. I had two niggaz at the moment, so what type of dumb bitch would I be to trip over my man having another girlfriend. As long as Derrick knew nothing about me and Dre, then I was cooling.

 He couldn’t know that though. I had to manipulate his mind and have him believe that I was all hurt and shit, and wanted nothing to do with him and his cheating.

“I won’t lie and say I’m not hurt... because I am. Here I am pregnant with our baby and the next bitch is revealing to me that she also has my nigga. Shit is embarrassing. I love you of course, but I think I need some space. You can go back to Houston cause at the moment I don’t want shit to do with you.”

The look on his face changed from shocked to confusion, quick as shit.

“Go back to Houston? I’m here to help you--”

“I don’t need your help with shit, Derrick. I don’t even want to be around you right now. I’ll deal with my parents. Just give me some space, for real..”

“But I love you and--”

“And I love you too. But I just found out you’re cheating on me. I’m not about to have you up in my face like that’s not a big deal. Listen, I’m out. We can talk another day. But like I said I don’t want shit to do with you right now. So go back to Houston or stay here at your aunt crib, I don’t give a shit. Just know you not about to be around me.”

That seemed to be the last nail in the coffin because he said nothing as I grabbed my bag off the dresser and exited the bedroom. My face held the brightest smile as I jogged down the staircase. I’ll let him think I’m mad at him for about a month or so, and then I’d call him and tell him that I forgave him.

By the time a month passes I would be all healed from the abortion anyways.

This was all some weak bitch shit, and I would never go out this sad in real life.

But at the moment I had a storyline to stick to, and if I wanted Derrick to remain in my life then I could not ever let him find out about my secret abortion. Or the fact that I was fucking him and my homie at the same time.

Derrick will be okay. He has his Houston bitch’s shoulder to cry on while I give him the cold shoulder for the upcoming month.

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Hype for Travis Scott’s Air Max 1 sneakers has been building since March, when they were first teased on SNKRS. Since then, fans have been scouring the rapper’s Instagram posts, paparazzi shots, and leak accounts for closer looks at the rugged design — and finally, Nike has given us an official look. Two iterations of the Air Max 1 are set to drop in December via the SNKRS app.

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WHAT’S DROPPING — Black, lavender, light gray, brown, and yellow versions of the sneaker are expected from the rapper, although only the latter two are currently listed on SNKRS. They’re also the only two models we’ve seen on Travis’ feet, suggesting the other three colors aren’t up to his standards just yet.

With dark brown, caramel, and yellow shades, the “Baroque Brown” Air Max 1 is one of the few non-monochromatic sneakers in the capsule. Yet the tonal “Saturn Gold” AM1 may be the most coveted shoe by fans considering its reference to a previous Scott x Nike collaboration: In 2019, the rapper created a yellow variation of the Air Jordan 6, never released despite hypebeasts’ pleas. Here, the golden Air Max 1 is a second chance for fans to get their fix.

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Count on Me

Eddie Kingston x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Angst and fluff.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Eddie Kingston Masterlist

Summary: Eddie's girlfriend goes missing after a storm.

Y/N'S POV:

Being away from Eddie the last couple of days has been hard but I am flying out to Houston next week to watch him have his singles match against Bear Bronson at the Fertitta Center.

I am so proud of him and everything he has accomplished. When it came time for him to choose where to go, I am glad he listened to his mom about going to AEW.

I am at the grocery store just grabbing some essentials for the next few days. Jacksonville has a weather warning but we get all kinds of weather here so I am constantly prepared but always just restock when I can.

I got to mine and Eddie's home that we bought together, and it is an newer home. It is big enough for us for now.

I changed into my pajamas and grabbed myself a drink and some food and sat down to watch my movie.

This is the same thing I do every time Eddie is gone. I know he has been in meetings all day long and has text me when he could.

I watched a couple of movies and during the third one I must of fallen asleep. I woke up to the wind hollowing and the rain hitting my window. I grabbed the red blanket that I keep on the back of the couch, my phone and headed to my room.

My head hit the pillow and I was out once more. It must of been only another few hours when I woke up to a loud crash from downstairs.

I quietly and slowly went to investigate what the noise was, already had 9-1-1 dialed, all I had to do was hit call.

I got about mid way down the stairs when I felt the water. I turned the torch on my phone and I gasped. My house was filling with rising water and that is when I noticed the alert that a Tropical storm is coming.

I quickly ran back upstairs. Grabbed my rain coat, put socks on and put on my sneakers. I grabbed my fully charged phone and the charger and put them in my pocket of my coat.

I didn't have much time to think. I can't go out through the front door. I had to climb onto the roof.

I went to the top of my stairs to see how high the water levels were and it was rising rapidly.

I grabbed my bright red blanket I brought up stairs with me, took a deep breath as I opened the window and climbed out, trying to be as careful as I could.

It was windy and still raining but I did my best and go almost to the top. I laid the blanket down and sat on it. Atleast this way I know it won't blow away.

I looked around my neighbourhood hoping that everyone was safe. I saw a few of my neighbours on their roofs as well.

I gasped at the neighbourhood that is almost under water down. I gripped my necklace that Eddie gave to me for my last birthday.

I started to shake not from the wind and rain but at the thought that I could never see Eddie again.

I tried to calm myself down as best as I could by thinking of the good times. When we first met. Our first date. The first time we made love. Our first holiday and birthdays together.

The wind was picking up and I tried to hang on but the wind was just so strong. I got blown away into the water that was once my street. As I hit the water, my head must of hit something as I felt a searing pain and blood start to seap out of the cut.

I was trying my hardest to grab a hold of something. Just as my luck would of have it my body slammed into a one of the trees that my neighbours had. I wrapped my arms and legs around it and held on for dear life.

I felt myself start to get drowsy as I held myself against the tree. Stay awake Y/N. You have made it this far. STAY THE FUCK AWAKE! I screamed at myself. Do not give into it. Stay awake.

I had no idea what will happen now but I kept repeating to myself over and over again that I will see Eddie after this. I will see my friends and family.

Eddie Kingston's POV:

I hate having all these meetings but they have to be done. I was sitting between Jon and Britt.

We are in California right now for a PPV event that is happening in two days time.

The last message I got from Y/N was that she was going to bed, last night. It has now been almost 19 hours since I have heard from her and I am driving myself insane with worry.

I knew Jacksonville was supposed to get some heavy rain. Maybe her phone died and she hasn't been able to charge it.

I wish she could of come but she couldn't get the time off of work. But next week she will be joining me in Texas and I can't wait to see her.

We were going over the finale details when I noticed that one of the secretary that works at the arena we are at came over, bent down and whispered in Cody's ear.

His eyes got real wide as he as he listened. I saw him say really and she nodded her head. He stood up, took a deep breath and walked over to Tyson also know as Kenny Omega, to talk to him.

Tyson stopped talking and listened. Once they were done quietly talking amongst themselves, Cody cleared his throat and began to talk. My body went cold as he spoke.

"I just got the news that Jacksonville was hit by a Tropical storm through out the night. Brandi and Renee called everyone who we know is still there."

He took another deep breath and he stared right at me as he said this. "Everyone was accounted for except for one."

I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I started to shake. No, not Y/N. I felt Britt wrap her arms around me.

I stood to try to leave the room but I collapsed on the floor. Cody ran to me as he tried to pick me up. "They will find her Eddie. Don't give up. Her phone could be dead." He said as he tried to make me feel better.

"I gotta get back there Cody."

"Eddie, the airport is closed."

"I will fly to the closet one then."

"The roads are flooded."

Jon came up beside me and tried to talk to me but all I could see was Y/N's beautiful smile. Hear her laugh. She was alone in what could of been her finale moments.

I wasn't there to protect her.

I went to my hotel room and turned on the news. It was showing images of the devastation that was Jacksonville.

My heart started to beat faster as it showed my neighbourhood and I felt like I stopped breathing when I saw our house, with the window smashed in and I could clearly see the water inside. I saw that our bedroom window was open, so she must of climbed on the roof.

I have no idea how long I was watching this but it must of been hours. I heard a knock on the door. I got up to open it and it was Jon and Chris standing there with what looks to be food.

Jon held up the bag of fast food. "You have to eat man." He said as the two of them walked into my room.

"Thanks." I said as I took the bag and sat down and started to eat.

"She will be okay Eddie." Jon said after about five minutes of silence and me eating.

"We don't know that." I said as the tears streamed down my face. "They showed my house. I have no idea what happened to her. One of my neighbours who got rescued said she got swept up in the wind and they lost sight of her."

I lost my appetite once more as I pushed my food away.

"Once you can fly out there, one of us will let you know okay Eddie?"

"Thanks Chris."

We sat in silence once more but I just needed someone here with me right now.

It has now been a couple days since I got the news that my girlfriend Y/N is missing.

I was sitting with Jack and Joey trying to keep my mind off of it, but I saw Nick come running towards me.

"Eddie, Eddie. Grab your bags, we got you a flight." I was just about to stand up and pull him into a hug when Cody came running to me now.

"I just got off the phone with Brandi. She found Y/N. She has been calling all the hospitals and a woman fitting Y/N description was taken to Memorial Hospital. Brandi went there to make sure it was her and it."

"What do you mean fitting Y/N's description?"

"Brandi told me that she called the different hospitals every day and started to describe Y/N just incase she didn't have any ID on her."

I hugged everyone I could get my hands on and went to the room to pack my bag.

I was in Jacksonville and on my way to the Hospital.

I went to the front desk and got told where she was. The ICU. My heart dropped when I was got told she was in the Intensive Care Unit.

I noticed Brandi was sitting in the ICU waiting room.

"Brandi, what is going on? How is she?"

"Sit down Eddie."

I sat down next to Brandi as she told me everything.

"The Doctors need to keep an eye on Y/N. She was found gripping a tree but her body was submerged in water for almost thirteen hours. She hit her head and has a concussion. When she got rescued, the rescuers said she fell asleep almost immediately and they tried to wake her up."

I put my head in my hands and started to cry for what felt like the 100th time over the last few days.

"But she is alive Eddie. The nurses told me she keeps muttering your name." Brandi said to me as she took my hands in hers.

"Brandi?" We both looked up at her name being called.

"Doctor Robinson. This is Y/N's boyfriend Eddie."

"That is good. She keeps asking for you. Y/N is doing good but we will have to keep her here for a while just to make sure everything is okay with her. She has been through alot."

"Can I see her Doctor?"

"I don't see why not. Her room is 406."

I asked Brandi if she wanted to come but she said it was best if I go in.

I walked to room 406 and I prepared myself to see the love of my life in a hospital bed.

I looked in the tiny door window and noticed Y/N was staring outside. I opened the door and she didn't bother to look over, probably assuming it was a Doctor or a Nurse.

"Is it time for lunch?"

"I don't know Baby."

Y/N swung her head to look at me and she got slightly dizzy. I could feel the guilt but I pushed it aside as she smiled at me.

"Eddie. Oh Eddie. You're really here?" She said as I hugged her.

"I am never leaving you again Baby. You are coming with me. I can't lose you my Love." I said as I cried into her neck.

"Did you think you would get rid of me that easily Edward Moore?"

I stood up, laughed and shook my head no.

"Now come give me a kiss my Mad King."

"Anything for you my Fighter." I said to her as I captured her lips in mine.

I knew she had some recovery and maybe some therapy she may need, but I will be with her every step of the way.

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[kicksaddictny]

Raekwon x Diadora x Foot Locker To Launch Community Initiative

In 1995, Hip-Hop legend Raekwon dropped his first studio album, "Only Built For Cuban Linx." More than 25 years later, the legacy of this album lives on through the lens of sneaker and music culture as Raekwon, Diadora, and Foot Locker, Inc. collaborate to launch "Community Linx," a series of product capsules built with and linking to local communities. With each drop, the trio will provide rising local music talent with the tools, resources, and knowledge needed to elevate their game.

The program kicks off with a universal Diadora N9002 and an NYC-inspired Diadora N9002, available in men's sizes exclusively at Foot Locker and Champs Sports beginning January 27 for $120. Both sneakers feature a nylon-suede upper and rubber outsole for increased durability and traction, and Raekwon's signature on the heel. The N9002 NYC is blue and orange, while the universal N9002 comes in black and grey. The next launch will represent the city of Philadelphia. This will be followed by Detroit, Chicago, Los Angeles, and Houston, each of which will include an assortment of New Era hats tied to that city's footwear collection. Every N9002 release across the Community Linx program will also be packaged in a custom-designed box featuring city landmarks specific to each market.

In support of the N9002 NYC, Raekwon, Diadora, and Foot Locker, Inc. selected 16 up-and-coming musicians from NYC for an invite-only, four-week beat-making course hosted by producer and DJ, Scram Jones. Each participant will receive invaluable insight into the beat-making process, from using different tools to mixing and mastering a track.

They will then have the opportunity to present their beats to Raekwon and special guest Dave East at a private event at the Foot Locker 181st Street Community Store. They will receive direct feedback and counsel from established names in the game, participate in a Q&A, and receive a pair of the N9002 NYC.

"I concepted Community Linx because I wanted to bring music and sneaker culture together in a meaningful way," said Raekwon. "I'm thankful that Diadora and Foot Locker, Inc. believed in my vision. Together, we aim to inspire the next generation of music talent by providing them with tools and resources to hone their craft. I can't wait to hear their work. Every sneaker capsule represents the hustle of each city and hopefully serves as a reminder to keep chasing your dreams."

"Our latest collaboration with Raekwon is built on a shared commitment to community and passion for music and sport," said Claudio Bora, CEO of Diadora. "We're excited to provide young musicians with an opportunity to gain experience from some of the best artists in the business, and each city with a sneaker that celebrates its unique qualities."

Each subsequent local activation in Philadelphia, Detroit, Chicago, Los Angeles, and Houston will provide talent with similar opportunities to collaborate with Raekwon and local professionals, concluding with showcase events at a Foot Locker location.

"Foot Locker, Inc. is continuously looking for ways to make a positive impact in the communities we serve," said John Hochadel, Vice President, Global Concepts and Energy at Foot Locker, Inc. "We are excited to team with Raekwon and Diadora and collaborate on a program designed to empower and inspire. We look forward to seeing the impact this program has on everyone it touches."

[angeluspaints]

Require Shoe Care Items, Check out Dillard's at the Galleria

Throughout a 1 month keep in Houston I necessary to glow my footwear. It truly is amusing how minor inconveniences can come to dominate your ideas. I experienced forgotten to pack some cleaner/polisher for my footwear when I traveled to Houston just lately and I became involved that my sneakers were beginning to look a minor shabby. My sneakers are manufactured from a leather that calls for "leather-based balm" to keep them in good problem rather than polish. Not genuinely seeking to have to buy any shoe treatment goods for the duration of my vacation, because of the extra area they will take up in my luggage, I originally considered I might discover a local shoeshine services. The resort where I am keeping does not have any shoe shiners, but a single of the females functioning the reception informed me, instead impatiently, that the Marriott across the avenue has them on the weekends. Even so, I have not employed shoeshine services very typically but the handful of moments I have I have constantly felt unpleasant about currently being clean-talked to by an African American male although he polishes my shoes, not to mention getting to settle on a suited tip, in addition to the required payment. To me, this circumstance is just way too evocative of the bad previous times in the Deep South. So after numerous times, I finally decided to wander to Dillard's at the Galleria shopping shopping mall since I realized they marketed shoe care merchandise in the men's clothing section. Dillard's is one of my favourite merchants for purchasing garments. The area has a comforting traditional air about it and the product sales assistants are outdated-university. They genuinely ANGELUS PAINTS  know a lot about the goods they are marketing. They also have a restrained way of speaking to consumers and look to be genuinely intrigued in helping them locate precisely what they want. The keep has a number of places about Houston but the Galleria spot is appropriate up coming to the 610 Loop freeway in its personal developing on the east facet of the main buying centre. I walked to the retailer from my resort due to the fact I essential the physical exercise and it was a vivid sunny but awesome day. Ideal for a extended wander, although in actuality it took me only about 20 minutes to stroll there. Soon after going for walks east along Westheimer and then turning correct on Submit Oak, I crossed the street up coming to Neiman Marcus and entered the aspect entrance to Dillard's. The doorways right here open up onto the ladies' make-up spot so I walked straight in advance through this part of the retailer until finally I arrived in the men's apparel area. Sneakers and relevant goods are on screen in excess of to the still left. The point I actually like about acquiring footwear and shoe-relevant merchandise at this spot is that almost everything is on show in one tiny corner of the shop, which helps make it straightforward to discover what I need all of the items are of a substantial good quality the variations are inclined to be reasonably traditional and the costs are generally realistic, especially for the duration of income when reductions are usually significant. Dillard's sells its very own line of shoe care products as properly as individuals branded by Johnson & Murphy. I spoke to 1 of the product sales assistants about my certain pair of shoes, which I was putting on, for some help with deciding on the proper item. She pointed me to Dillard's personal model of leather-based lotion packaged in a silver plastic container. The description on the packaging promised to "gently clear, restore and moisturize fantastic leather footwear," so I hoped it would do the trick. Soon after finalizing the purchase, I had a fast seem all around the shop considering that there were nonetheless some clothing sale items offered, following which I headed again to my hotel. I uncover it reassuring to do enterprise with a store that helps make it so easy to uncover what you need to have. This is particularly important when you are traveling when you do not normally have a whole lot of time to research for issues you may possibly have neglected to provide with you. You just want to get what you need to have to make your journey a achievement. Business Name: SOLE - Premium Shoe Care Address: 384 Yonge Street- Unit 43 Phone Number: 416.979.1178

[thephantomofthe-internet]

Charming Man

Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 5, 618

Warnings: Cursing, Unwanted Male Advances

Author’s Note: I hit 2K!!! I had no idea I would ever get to such a milestone, much less in such a short amount of time! Thank you to everyone whose joined me on this tour of an ocean of flavor!

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Steve Harrington was a nuisance. He didn’t know when to quit. If he asked you one more question about the stupid Wham! album, you were going to scream. But there you, with your big, fake smile that made the corners of your mouth hurt, nodding along to whatever Harrington was droning on about. You thought he was still contemplating the choice between the single and the whole record. He had made some comment about only needing the song Careless Whisper off the record and the salesgirl in you had tried to up sell him, suggesting buying the cassette and the single, to ensure that he didn’t need both. It was a terrible idea-singles were in essence, an awful to buy, but so was buying both the full cassette and the single, since it would cost twice as much than just buying the record. But you believed Harrington was just dumb enough to fall for the scheme. You’d gotten smarter boys to buy more than they needed. Last week, you’d been able to convince Keith to buy singles of a bunch of your favourite songs, purely because he was shamelessly trying to impress you. He failed to do so, but you might be getting a mix tape out of it, which wouldn’t be terrible. You collected mix tapes, especially mix tapes about broken hearts or first love. You planned to make an art installation with them, but for now they sat in a shoe box under your passenger seat.

“So, you think I should get the cassette and the single on record?” Steve asked, drawing you out of your thoughts. Your smile dropped slightly, trying to piece together what he was talking about.

You found it fast, nodding too enthusiastically “Yeah! I mean, between you and me, it’s a better deal...” you said, keeping your voice low as if it was a big secret what you were telling him.

“Is it?” Steve asked, crossing his arms over his chest, the record and tape still in hand, each poking out on either side of him. You stifled a yawn, nodding again. You’d been there since seven that morning and the mall was closing in an hour. You were beyond exhausted, but Tiffany Michaels called in sick, again, and so you had to cover again.

“Yeah!” you let your cheery tone fall away a bit, hoping the irritation slipping through would give him the hint to clear off. This interaction had been going on for a half hour now. It had started with him asking for record suggestions, which you took to mean ‘tell me the albums the popular hits on the radio are coming from’ and pattered off the top selling records from memory. You’d sold more copies of Madonna’s Like a Virgin in the past week than you could possibly keep track of, purely because people wanted the album with Material Girl or Like a Virgin or Into the Groove on it. Steve had gotten unsurprisingly interested in the album with Careless Whisper on it, as did most horn dog, wannabe players who came strutting into your store. You were more than happy to sell him the record and get on with your shift, but he wasn’t letting that happen.

“Cause, the full record’s like eight bucks.” He held up the tape “But the tape’s like six, plus three bucks for the single that’s like nine bucks, that’s more than the record.” He grinned, placing the tape on top of the single, handing them back to you as if they were yours.

You felt your face colour, in part because he’d taught you in your lie, but in part because he seemed genuinely proud of that mental math. “You’re...you’re right. I wasn’t thinking, sorry ‘bout that.” You said easily, shrugging as you placed the single back on the shelf and the tape into the plastic shopping basket on your arm. He’d caught you shelving tapes in the easy listening section half an hour ago and you weren’t allowed to shelf while talking to a customer, meaning you were forced to lug them around with you as Steve wandered, asking questions. And those things were heavy all lumped together! There had to be at least a hundred copies of Kate Bush’s Running Uphill and Whitney Houston’s Whitney Houston in your stupid basket!

“It’s cool, no biggie...I think I’ll just get the single, come back for the record if I like the song enough.” He decided with a small nod.

You grit your teeth. You wanted to scream about how singles were a waste of money and how you’d make no money on commission for that. Instead, you nodded “Great! If you just head to the counter, Michelle can check you. Enjoy your record!” you said, turning on your heel and practically rushing out of the stereo accessory section he’d dragged you to. You only had forty minutes to shelf all the tapes on your arm, or else you’d have to stay passed close to do it, which both your closing manager and you would hate.

“Hey, uh wait!” he called, chasing after you. You let out a small sigh, turning back with a painful smile. “I was sort of wondering, well maybe if you’d wanna maybe go out this weekend? They’re showing Dawn of the Dead at the theatre, I’ve heard it pretty good...” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, eyes drifting to the ceiling instead to yours.

Your brows furrowed. You weren’t expecting this from him. But, of course, he was not the first boy to ask you out while you were at work. It was a distressingly common theme. You assumed that guys liked that you had to be nice to them, or that they didn’t realize that you had to be nice and assumed that you were flirting. “Oh...um I’m working this weekend...” you said, shuffling on your feet. Most of the time, when guys ask you out at work, they seemed so confident and cocky, it was easy to reject them. But Steve looked genuinely nervous and you couldn’t place why.

Steve’s smirk only grew, he leaned in closer, trapping you against a rack of blank tapes “Aw come on, have a little fun,  come out with me instead.” He said. You’d heard this shtick before, Billy Hargrove had tried it on you just a couple weeks prior. Having it come from Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, made you want to puke. Because you knew exactly where he’d been. With Billy, it was unclear; lots of girls lied about what they did and didn’t do with that boy. But everyone knew who did what with Harrington. You weren’t too interested in being put on a list.

“Yeah, I actually need the money so…no.” you replied, pushing out from under his arm and away from him. Steve stumbled back, shocked and a little mortified by how you’d reacted to his flirting.

Steve’s head dropped, his gaze focusing on his scuffed converse before he looked at you again “Yeah...yeah no that’s cool, no biggie. Some other time then...” he said awkwardly, brushing the singular strand of brown hair from his face. You didn’t say anything, what were you supposed to say? That you thought he was a douche and had zero interest in doing anything with him? That kind of language could get you fired. And you needed this job, you desperately needed a car for next year.

“I’ll see you around?” Steve tried awkwardly, his smile turning into a frown fast as you didn’t respond.

“Yeah sure.” You nodded “I gotta go shelf this stuff before the mall closes.” You headed back towards the easy listening section, trying not to cringe at the awkward interaction you’d just experienced. It was so very awkward! It was more fun to reject assholes who treated you like a well dressed object to leer and gawk at. Sam Goody didn’t have uniforms per say, simply a dress code to uphold; it was encouraged to look cool, hip, and young. As long as your shoes were black sneakers, your hair wasn’t fully in your face, and you could see your bottoms under your tiny apron, you were good. Which meant you chose your clothes carefully. Generally, you went with a patterned button down, which you could pop as many or as few buttons on as you want. That meant that you could be remembered by your male and female customers alike could either remember you by your name or as the chick with the great tits. It worked well.

But it also meant that guys like Steve Harrington talked to your chest.          

And it was weird for Steve to talk to your chest! Especially since you and Steve had never had a conversation. Like ever. If you weren’t wearing a nametag, you’d be utterly shocked that he knew your name. Because he was the proverbial king of Hawkins and you were a nobody. Well, a nobody until someone wanted to use your employee discount. Then, suddenly you were the most popular girl in school. Hell, you should’ve gotten a job sooner, maybe you would’ve had a date to the spring formal last year.

Steve did buy the single. Even though he hated singles. Who wanted to listen to one song over and over again? Even if it had a B-side, it wasn’t worth the price. He bought it, he made sure to say that you helped him, and then he left. The mall was closing down, save the movie theatre, and he wanted to get home as soon as possible. That was so embarrassing. He didn’t even know why he tried, it wasn’t as if she had any pretence to him. All the other girls he’d been hitting on that summer were his age, they knew him and his style. They also knew about the most humiliating moment in his life, a lot of them were even there to experience it second hand. But you had only the rumours of his dickish tendencies to go off of. That wasn’t enough for anyone to work with.

But stupid Dustin had gotten it in his head that he had to get a girl, that Robin was the right girl. But Robin wasn’t the right girl, no way in hell. So he went in harder on trying to get a date. Every girl his age got hit on, he’d nearly got his ass beat by Justin Gardner after hitting on his girlfriend in front of him, but how was he supposed to know Justin was dating? Justin was a benchwarmer who couldn’t get a date if he paid them in school. Now suddenly he could get a hottie? Unbelievable.

It didn’t help that Dustin had a girlfriend now. And yes, it was embarrassing that Steve was jealous of a thirteen year old for having a girlfriend, he would never admit it out loud. But even though he didn’t believe that Suzie actually existed, it was slightly annoying that his dorky little friend could get a girlfriend and he couldn’t. He used to be able to get any girl he wanted! What happened? Did Nancy spread a rumour about him that he hadn’t heard yet? Was it because he lost a fight to both Billy Hargrove and Jonathan Byers? Or was it because he wasn’t going to college in the fall?

He was almost certain it was because he wasn’t going to school in the fall.

That and the dorky sailor outfit he had to wear at Scoops Ahoy!

The dumb Dixie cup hat and sailor shirt were totally throwing off his game. That’s why he was looking forward to going to the mall that day, out of uniform, to scope babes. He didn’t have much success, but he was a little bit excited to see you out of uniform. He’d seen you about a dozen times, all while you were at work, leaned over the counter, sometimes chewing on the end of a pen, sometimes laughing with coworkers or customers. You always looked so...well beautiful. He had to see it up close. And you just a beautiful up close, but it was obvious that you were uncomfortable too. Still, you were cute. He wished that you were a year older, that you already had all the context to his life. But what could he do? He wasn’t going back in there, not with you wandering around with your judgy eyes. It would be humiliating.

And he was already humiliating himself enough that summer.

You finished shelving the tapes in record time, mostly because the shop was empty and Michelle was thoroughly annoyed by your usual slow closes. You wanted to do a good job with your work and not rush the job, whereas Michelle just wanted to leave as fast as possible. After Sean, your least threatening manager, locked up the shop, the three of you all headed towards the exit. You rode your bike to work, since your mother almost never lent you the family car, but at night you felt less and less comfortable riding home. Sometimes Sean would offer you a ride, but ever since he and Michelle started hooking up, the rides got less and less frequent and when they did happen, Sean would spend the whole time complaining about the ambiguity of his relationship with Michelle. You didn’t take the rides home too often anymore. Not that one would be offered tonight, Michelle had latched herself onto his arm and had nuzzled so deep into his neck that you wondered if she could even see where she was going.

“You want a ride, Y/N?” Sean called as you exited into the parking lot. Sean’s burgundy pickup truck was parked so close to the doors and your legs were so tired. But taking the ride home meant that you’d either have to sit next to them on the front seat or in the trunk part with your bike. And neither option sounded too much better than peddling home.

“Nah, thanks though, I’d rather ride home.” You said with a smile, heading over to the bike racks and pulling the key out from around your neck and off your head, jabbing it into the padlock and clicking the lock open, wrapping the chain around the neck of your bike.

“You sure? It’s pretty dark already...” Sean replied, looking around the desolate parking lot, more concerned than he really needed to be.

“Baby, she said she’s fine.” Michelle said, resting a hand on his chest. Sean didn’t argue passed that and you turned on your bright bike light, swinging your leg over the seat and propped your foot on the peddle, pushing off.

You sped home, making it back to your house in record time. Your mother had left you a note by the door, explaining that she’d taken your younger sister to ballet class and she’d be home late. You crumpled up the note paper, tossing it into the waste paper bin by the powder room door, climbing the stairs and heading into the bathroom, turning on the hot water in your tub and letting it start to fill up. You were rifling through the pile of magazines next to your bed, trying to find the latest issue of cosmo you’d nicked from the corner store just a couple days ago.

Across town, Steve was hiding in his room. His father had ripped him a new one. Again. Turns out, his sailor suit was still laughable a month in to him having to wear it. He still wasn’t over the fact that Steve hadn’t gotten into college and he couldn’t get a better job than ice cream scooper part time. His standards of jobs in Hawkins was a bit too high, in Steve’s opinion. Still, his degrading of him at every turn was getting exhausting. He flopped on his mattress pitifully.

“This whole summer has been a nightmare…” you both muttered, you as you slipped into the steamy water, Steve as he kicked off his thick white socks.

Working at Sam Goody had many perks, like not having a stupid uniform and not smelling like spoiled food all the time, but you spent your time surrounded by assholes. You wanted to meet one nice guy. One guy who didn’t leer down your top and talk to your tits, who didn’t smirk at you or call you ‘baby’, ‘sugar’, or ‘honey’. Just one descent guy who’d treat you like a person instead of a sex doll. God, you would’ve said yes to Harrington if you weren’t working, at least at first. Once he pulled the macho, ‘I know you want me baby’ shit you were out completely. But for a second, when he was rambling on about Dawn of the Dead, you felt like you could stomach a night out or two with him

Meanwhile, Steve just wanted to feel like himself again. His whole last year of high school had been hell on his confidence. First, Nancy dumps him, then Billy Hargrove takes over his team and steals all his friends, then he didn’t get into college, and then Scoops Ahoy? It was all too much. He’d never felt like a loser in his life. He used to be liked, he used to be popular. And yeah, being popular didn’t really matter anymore, but for one last summer before everything changed on him, he wanted to be someone again. Just for a minute. And maybe that’s why he was acting like such an asshole. Because he needed some control over his life. He wished he could’ve gotten in under control when he was talking to the pretty girl in the record store, he made himself into such a douche. That wasn’t who he was, but she didn’t know that. God, he wanted to curl up into a ball and die.

You turned your head up to the ceiling, letting your sweaty neck stick to the cold tile behind your head. You didn’t want to go to work the next day, at least you had the morning shift. Tracey Lords would hopefully make into her shift that day. She hated opening shifts, so the pair of you often traded. You’d still have to stay behind if you got a bit of a rush, which you were expecting. Tomorrow was Friday, when the buses filled with the townies from the neighbouring towns and cities, all coming to bask in the free A/C and glorious shopping experiences. You hated Fridays, they always brought in the worst types of people, mostly shoplifters, who totally ruined your sales for the week. You vowed to stop stealing magazines from the Pick n’ Save after you saw your commission rates plummet after last Friday and a terrible group of greedy kids stole up your section.

Steve really didn’t want to go to the mall at all the next day, if only because he didn’t want to see you in his stupid sailor and hat, walking around like the geek of the week. He just wanted to hide away every shift. But the malls back hallways didn’t lead to any bathrooms, so he was forced to wander the mall like an idiot every time he needed to alleviate himself. He didn’t want you to see him like that. His confidence was already so low, he didn’t need to crumble up what was left of it.

Steve fell asleep that night with dreams of a face, undefined beyond a set of eyes, a nose, and a wide smile. No matter what he said in the dream, the person, a girl his dream decided for him, just smiled and laughed. The eyes were so deep and wide, they took up most of his memory of the dream, although he couldn’t even really place the colour of them, just that they looked at him so lovingly. The way he longed for someone to look at him. He woke up the next morning still in his sailor suit, with the eyes following him to work.

Across town, you woke up from a deep, dreamless sleep. You woke up well rested for the first time in weeks, it was as though someone slipped a sleeping pill in your bath water the night before and it sent you crashing into the pillow with your whole body ready and willing to sleep. You went into work happier than ever, high on the endorphins a good night’s sleep gave you.

Both you and Steve left for work at the exact same time that morning, unaware of your paths even crossing. You headed upstairs to meet Toby, who had the keys to unlock the store, and set to work straightening up the shop and opening your register for the day. Kim Rein sauntered in twenty minutes late, fifteen minutes before the mall opened and you tried not to give her too much side eye. Steve started his own open a level below, restocking cones and cups and filling his soap and sanitizer buckets under the counter.

Once the mall opened, you suffered through four hours of stupid people with stupid questions about terrible albums. You sold three copies of Kate Bush’s Running Uphill, which was an accomplishment for you, since her last album was the only popular due to the hilariously weird Wuthering Heights. You were bored by two in the afternoon, when Toby finally sent you on break. All you wanted was a damn Orange Julius and you’d pay any amount for one.

Likewise, Steve was very much over his shift around the same time when Robin finally agreed to let him go on his damn break. He just needed to get out of the stupid shop. He was going to go to the cheap vending machine, the one by the cafeteria bathrooms, to get a can of Coke. Both of you headed into the shopping mall, trying to avoid anyone you knew.

Unfortunately, you ran directly into Tommy Hanson.

Tommy Hanson was an asshole and a bully. He didn’t know how to treat anyone decently.  He stepped all over people. Was it any wonder that Carol broke up with him at least twice a year? It just so happened that Carol dumped him during the summer.

And now he was standing in front of you, blocking your way to the sweet, sweet Orange Julius.

“Y/N, baby, looking foxy as always.” He said, running his tongue over his upper lip. He’d stolen that look from Billy Hargrove and it didn’t work for either of them.

“Tommy.” You replied, skirting passed him and into the short line, keeping your eyes on the board above the shop.

“Why you rushing off, baby?” he asked, following behind you “I just wanna talk for a second…” you didn’t reply, ignoring him as best you could. ”You’re stunning, you know that? Absolutely gorgeous…” his eyes ran over your body like a tongue; his gaze was thick and hot, it made you want to cringe and pull away.

“Thank you.” You said shortly, getting to the front of the line and ordering quickly.

“What’d you say we go into the back, fool around for a bit?” he asked in your ear. You grimaced, glaring at him before moving out of the way for the next person.

“Don’t make me puke, Hanson.” You snapped, grabbing your blended drink from the poor server having to watch the scene going on between you and Tommy.

“Aw come on, don’t be such a bitch, Y/N.” Tommy whined, grabbing your drink from your hands “You know you want to...”

You reached for your drink, but Tommy just pulled it away. God, he was such a damn child. “Tommy, give me back my drink.” You said sternly.

“Come with me, I’ll give it back when we’re done, you’ll need it more then anyway.” He replied cheekily.

Steve saw this scene going down from the vending machine. He contemplated going over there when Tommy first walked over; he knew that the guy had gotten pretty scummy since he started hanging out with Billy. But when he starting grabbing things from you and taunting you, Steve couldn’t help but go over there.

“Dude,” Steve said, grabbing the drink out of Tommy’s hand, hovering over him. “You wanna try to get a decent personality?”

You looked between the pair of them, trying to decide if you could run off while they were arguing. But you paid good money for that drink and you really wanted it. You realized quickly that Tommy wasn’t going to let this go, and you really couldn’t stand the kid as is. You made your move fast.

“Steve!” you gasped with a shrill giggle “There you are!” you walked over to him, taking the drink he offered shyly and wrapping an arm around his waist. “So are you gonna take me out this weekend or not?” you asked, batting your eyelashes up at him. Steve looked utterly startled, but he didn’t react poorly.

“Course, darling...” he cooed. Steve could’ve died; you made such a disgusted face at the nickname he would’ve happily melted into the tile and be mopped up by Larry the janitor. But you didn’t pull your arm away.

“Walk me back to work?” You asked sweetly. Steve nodded, not trusting himself to not say anything embarrassing. You waved to Tommy, letting Steve lead you away from him, taking a long sip from your drink. It was already melting, but it was still sweet and cold, so you didn’t mind. And Steve had helped you out, although somewhat unwillingly, which was certainly an improvement.

Steve looked back only once, but the look on Tommy’s face was priceless. He looked so annoyed and more than a little broken up about his snatching away of you. His ego hadn’t been this inflated since October of last year. He felt like he was on cloud nine, like he was finally himself again. And even when you let him go, he still felt good about himself.

“Thanks for the help, Harrington.” You bit out once you were far enough away from Tommy.

“Sure, no problem. You want me to walk you back upstairs or are you good?” Steve asked, cracking his can of New Coke. He didn’t love New Coke, but it was all the vending machine was serving and he was just desperate enough to drink it.

You sighed “No I’m alright, I’m still on break, so I’m just gonna go hide somewhere.”

“You can hide at Scoops.” Steve blurted. He mentally kicked himself in the ass, it was such a stupid idea. The upstairs stores had break rooms, you didn’t need to hide with him.

You raised an eyebrow, watching him carefully. Steve swallowed, finishing the thought “The place is busy enough as is and if Tommy walks in, well he already thinks something is happened with...us, he won’t try anything else.”

“Won’t your boss get mad if I’m in there, not eating ice cream?” you asked.

“Oh he’s never here. Me and Robin have keys so we switch between opening and closing. You’re totally good.” Steve explained, scuffing the toe of his shoe into the ground, making a black mark on the white and teal tiles.

“Robin...like Robin Buckley?” you asked, stopping dead in the middle of the hall.

“I think that’s her last name?” Steve replied, scrunching up his face in thought.

“Oh I can’t. She hates me. My friend Tammy told everyone in our sophomore year history class that she was weird and avoided her for like a month. I didn’t do shit, but you know, loyalties and shit.” You explained, running your hands through your hair, slightly embarrassed by the memory.

Steve thought for a moment, an idea slowly coming into view. “She won’t even know that you’re there, come on!” he said, grabbing your hand and dragging you off. You gasped, laughing as you ran to keep up with him.

Steve dragged you through the back halls and rooms leading behind the shops. You hadn’t been through the lower level’s back halls and they were much more expansive that the upstairs halls. The whole space still felt eerie, but much cooler than the upper level. Steve pulled you into one of the rooms and you spotted the nautical theming of the shop. Steve rushed and shut a divider themed with dark wood and glass bricks.

“There, she won’t know that you’re here and you can hide from Tommy. Easy.” Steve said proudly, hopping up on the ledge.

“Can’t she hear you talking to someone?” you chuckled, pulling out the awful plastic folding chair and sitting down.

“Eh, we’re busy enough for her to not notice or care. Probably think I’m talking to myself or something.”  

You leaned back in your chair, letting the front legs of the chair raise into the air as you crossed your arms over your chest. “You talk to yourself a lot, Harrington?” you asked cheekily.

Steve shrugged “Only when I’m really trying to break something down.” He replied. You were surprised and a little refreshed by the honesty. You didn’t expect him to be honest with you; you expected him to lie or try to pull some cool line. It was nice that he wasn’t trying so hard.

“What about you? I bet you’re the stone silent type, keeping it all inside.” Steve added, leaning his elbows on his knees.

“You’re not wrong...” you grinned, cocking your head to the side. You let the front legs drop back down to the ground with a tinny smack, your arms unfurling themselves to balance yourself. “But I sing to myself all the time.”

Steve’s grin turned lopsided and you wondered what exactly what was going through his head. “Really?” he asked.

“Yeah...I find it calming. It helps me to focus my mind, sometimes it just a singular line of a song, over and over again until I get whatever I’m trying to do done.”

“Doing a lot of singing nowadays?”

You sighed “Pretty much...you doing a lot of talking?”

“All I do is talk now.”

You nodded to yourself, forcing the chair to turn towards Steve and centring yourself on it, resting your arms on your knees and looking up at him. “Alright, what’s happening with you?” you asked.

Steve turned away slightly “Ah geez...I mean haven’t you heard? I’m like the only guy who didn’t get into any colleges. I’m stuck here for another year, working and trying to get my shit together.” He ran his fingers angrily through his hair, ripping at the strands as if they hurt him personally.

“I mean...that fucking sucks. But you’ll be okay.” You replied “I mean, look on the bright side, you have another year to be something else.”

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, furrowing his brow.

“You get a fresh start in a world you already know. You don’t have to be the jerk everyone in school knew you as. And you don’t have to mope around either. You can just be...you.” You smiled to yourself over that answer. Steve had given you a hard puzzle to solve, and while you couldn’t solve it for him, you were glad to have an answer at all.

Steve chuckled, although he wasn’t sure why, nor did you. “Oh yeah? And who is me?” he asked.

You shrugged “I have no idea. I don’t think most people do.”

Steve’s expression changed to one you couldn’t read. He nodded to himself, leaning back onto the glass. He let out a deep sigh “Honestly? I don’t even know anymore...” That wasn’t a shock to you, but you didn’t say that out loud. Steve cracked a smirk “Who did you think I was?”

“Oh...I have no idea.” You leaned back in your chair, letting out a big breath “I didn’t really know you, just your reputation. I only knew the bad stuff, which made you seem like an asshole.”

Steve’s smile dropped and he looked away “Yeah...you aren’t the only one who thinks that...” he admitted sadly.

“But...I mean I didn’t have any proof till yesterday. That guy was a real asshole.” Steve’s face dropped further, but you didn’t try ease the blow you’d just sent him.

“Yeah...I’m sorry ‘bout that.” He muttered, looking up to finally meet your eye.

You nodded, sighing softly “It’s alright, no biggie. I get it now.” You said.

Steve found a small smile again “What do you think of this guy?” he asked, unashamed of the slightly embarrassing question.

You placed a finger on your chin, raising your eyes to the ceiling to truly think. “Hmm...I think I like this guy better.”

Steve smirked “Yeah?” he hopped off the ledge, inching towards you. You didn’t move, watching him stalk over to you.

“Just a little...” you pinched your finger and thumb together, showing an inch in between. “I’d like you more if you wore normal clothes.” Steve rolled his eyes, his hands coming cautiously to your face, pulling it up to kiss you. You didn’t resist his grab, easing yourself out of the chair, shoving your hands into your back pockets.

“Alright, what the hell is going on in there?!?!” The divider slammed against its sleeve violently and Steve snapped his head around. Robin was staring at you incredulously. She looked more than a little furious, but it melted away when you met her eye.

“Oh god, really dingus? Her?”  Robin scoffed. Steve merely shrugged, turning his attention back to you without a word.

“You mind shutting the divider, Buckley?” you asked “Harrington’s a bit busy...” you grabbed his fake tie, pulling his lips to yours, the sound of the divider slapping shut the only sound left in the room.

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